Sigh...

gotta love it.

non-permanence

Sunday, October 03, 2004

It's so typical.

And such a dream.

I never thought I'd have this kind of independence. There's nothing like the Saturday night out with new found friends. Loew's Theatre at 10:30, they pick me up. The minute I stepped into the line, I stared down at my shoes and wished I went with my trusty heels. I was surrounded by towers.

Margarita. Slurp. Drink.

Don't even think of it buddy.

So we're all there at Whiskey Park, a club in Arlington. A classified menagerie of the glam. We could've fit a benetton ad. Funky multiracial, she called it. Loved it. Move over blondes.

The DJ was great with mixes. I didn't even notice the 70's interlude intertwined with the Hip Hop. He knows when to go slow, and he knows when to stop playin great so I could take a bathroom break. A man after my own heart. Invisible he is to my eyes.

Yeah. There were still those who couldn't get a clue.But there were also saviors. And mix that with great beats, great people and conversation..well.. you couldn't ask for more in a great Sabado night.

The absence of San Miguel is strangely refreshing.

It's so typical.

And such a dream.

I can't believe this is my life.

mades [ 4:32 PM ] 2 happy lost cabbages